This is my second frerard story. I'm doing this one as well as two others, one is on here 'my confusing romance' but I don't think I want to put the other one on its retarded.
Anyways I hope you like this one; I think it's already better than my other one

Enjoy xoxoFS

My name is Frank Iero, I am 16 and still only 5.5. At the moment I have plain black hair, but it's always changing. I live with my mum and dad who aren't really nice to me, and also love me too much to let me go out into the world alone. I play guitar and can sing a bit, mainly just screamo. I have no friends and am hated by everyone, I get beat up at school and no one seems to care, the teachers just look the other way and my parents say this will prepare me for the future.

My life has never been great, but than again my life hasn't been that long. But today has been the worst day ever, and I don't mean embarrassing worst, I mean, full of pain, and torment. Anyways if we go back to yesterday before any of this happened we can start the story there. Might as well considering it's where it starts. Right, so the story starts with me going out the door to school.

"Bye!" I scream into the house, my parents never reply but moan shit less if I don't say I'm going. The walk to school doesn't take that long, but I always seem to be late, it might be because I go other places first to have a smoke, might be, who knows? I get to school 20 minutes late on a 10 minute journey. My first class is English, so it doesn't really matter if I'm late, my teacher doesn't really care. The only seat left though, is one next to Dan Davis. He was in the gang of school dick heads, he isn't as bad on me as his friends are, but still doesn't like me. I sigh and slump into the chair not even half a meter from him, the day's already completely shit. "Hey faggot" he says kicking me in the shin, it doesn't really hurt just a slight sting.
"Alright Dan" I sighed, looking away.
"Yeah, I'm fine faggot. Did ya sleep with anyone nice last night?" he's hinting at something.
"No, my ass is still hurting from the other night" I did a playful wink at him, which just got a snarl, but would normally be a punch in the ribs if I was sitting next to his mates. "Why did you? I guessing that's what you were hinting at" he smiled and licked his lips sitting up right in his chair.
"Chelsea Norman" wow!
"Really?" he nodded slowly several times. God, so full of himself. "Thought she was going out with Charlie?" I'm going to get beat up madly for talking to him.
"Yep, she is" I had to resist calling her a slut, he wasn't going out with her but would still smash my face in for saying it. Wait a sec, I'm already due a beating, so what the hell. "Slut" I whispered it though, but he still heard.
"You know I'm going to beat the shit out of you for saying that"
"Yeah, I thought about that, but then I was like I'm already going to get beat up for talking to you, so what the hell"
"I'm not going to beat you for talking to me" he kinda looked sympathetic.
"Maybe not, but your friends are" Dan was new to the school, and the gang, so hadn't released yet that I was the kid who was beat up for even breathing. He didn't speak to me after that but kept looking at me once in a while, like he felt sorry for me, but I don't know, I'm not a mind reader.

*RIINNGGG*

Right then, end of class, I have to quickly get to my next class before one of Dan's mates get to me first. Shit! What do I have next! Quickly think you twat before Dan's mates find you just standing there! Urmm... I can't think well under pressure! TOO LATE!

SMACK

My face was smashed straight into the wall. Well, I told you to hurry up thinking. Oh for, FUCK SHAKE, SHUT UP! See this is what having no friends does to you. You end up arguing with your mind.
"Why the fuck were you talking to Danny, faggot!" I was being held my neck, up against a wall having my face punched in.
"Answer me now!" another punch
"Not talking huh?" yet another punch. Jocks are such air heads. How can I speak when you're clocking up my throat with my own blood!
He stopped for a second and I spat my blood in his face, then gave him blood filled smile.
"Jason, just leave him alone" oh look it's Dan, my saviour. Of course me being in the mood for winding Jason up...
"Yeah Jason leave the faggot alone before he dies and you don't have anyone one to fuck anymore" That earned me another punch, but I just let out a dark laugh "I wonder why you haven't bothered to kill me yet, think about it, one less kid to worry about"
"That's deep faggot, makes me think about stuff. But I like you too much to kill ya, unfortunately" he dropped his grip on my neck and I fell to the floor. Well obvious, where else are am I gunna fall to? "I'll see ya tomorrow, yeah, faggot?" I don't know why they put faggot on the end of every sentence they said to me, but it makes my feel special.
"Yep, bye Jason"
"I'm allowing you to say bye to Danny boy is well"
"Oh that's makes me feel loved. Bye Dan" he gave me a little wave, then him and Jason walked to their next lesson leaving me slumped there, bloody.

Your probably thinking, they're nice to me for bullies, because yeah they are, if your not thinking that, then you just don't understand. I said I'm hated by everyone because I am, but I am liked. Let me explain, the dick heads beat me up, yes, but they are nice about it like they talk to me with out it being just insults. You see they like me but hate me because they like me, I don't really get it but I'm only telling you what they told me. Seriously, they sat me down and explained everything just so I understood why I was getting beat up.

I better go and clean myself up before the teacher find me and accuses me of trying to kill myself again. I looked at myself in the mirror, hating what I see, don't get me wrong I am damn fit and all, but there's just something not right about me, other wise I'd have friends, people who liked me and didn't feel so disgusted with themselves for it that they'd beat me up. "You're a completely useless faggot" now I'm speaking to myself, it's fine when I talk to myself in my head but out loud is weird. Well you are a weird freak. Yeah I guess I am. I'm going to sit out the rest of the day, most days I go and sit under a tree out in the field doing nothing in particular but sitting, until we can go home. I mean sometimes I stay late and watch the after school football club they're always fun to watch, mainly when they fall over.

What the fuck!

Turning round isn't normally this weird. I'm really freaked out. That wasn't there before. There's red writing, on a second ago pure white wall. Yes the toilets were kept extremely clean. And this writing is directed at me, some bitch is gunna pay. I'm gunna get the blame for this, fuck shake. I stormed out of the toilet, not caring what was written on the wall at the moment, I'm too pissed by the fact that they had now gotten me into shit loads of crap. This school takes pride in its toilets.

I was now sitting under my tree thinking about what they had written, whilst smoking of course, it was really stressful. 'Stop thinking about yourself like that Frankie'. OK so it's long winded but it's still fucking freaky.
1)how did people know what I was thinking
2)how was it written in the same time it took me to turn round
Plus no one calls me Frankie so that gives me no clue who it is.

This has been a very stressful day, not even 12 yet.